justwrite 16 june

sorry to say it seems her boyfriend is right-handed or her husband is or they both are or just one gets the damage done and it’s a hard set of colors to see on what should be a brisk June afternoon the kind you’re more likely to find in October here the month means yellow and in a few days her cheek will be the bone putting up resistance and there is nowhere else to look the words to say are known but may not have found their way home maybe she has no other choice maybe she speaks in an unheard voice but there is no reason no right way for such a change to appear nearer in her mirror and the strawberries seem suddenly not as sweet I would like to turn her face to the fresh leaves wrap in gentle green and let her rest let her renew regrow instead I walk by and try not to notice she is with a group and it’s hard not to imagine that he is one of them and he is followed by this reminder makes me wonder how he reflects what thoughts he collects when looking across the breakfast table if he’s able to notice anything past his own knuckles I am tired of this image but cannot replace it with anything else I’ve seen today not the dog hanging out of the second story window the glassless bricks thick in the middle of reconstruction he is the mast on a sea-less ship but cannot eclipse this frame and the shutter and the click to the next just won’t budge no nudging into movement like the trolleys back into service I’ve heard they were on strike I’ve heard it was about money I wonder was this about money was it about someone else was the dinner not right was the day too long were the drinks too many were the answers not right does he have a reason that he could give does he have such an important life to live that no one can get in his way and what does she have to say for herself and to whom and who will listen and where will she go and will it just be home but could you call such a place a home but could she